I had plenty of reservations about having sex with Lucah in my childhood bed, in my childhood home with my parents just down the hall. Lucah somehow managed to make me forget about all of them in about two seconds flat.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, arching into his mouth as he licked his way down my neck toward my nipples.
“Why?” he asked, looking up at me with that dark desire in his eyes.
“I… I don’t know,” I said and he just laughed against my skin, causing it to erupt in goosebumps. Oh, he was so good. So, so good.
“That’s my Sunshine girl,” he said and went back to work. There would be no just “lying there” tonight. I was going to be an active participant. I’d just have to try not to scream too loud, because I would just die if my parents heard me in the throes of passion. That just wasn’t an option.
I nearly bit my lip in half during the first climax, and drew blood during the second.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lucah said, brushing the drop of blood away. “If they hear us and then say anything about it, you can make something up. But I have the feeling even if they do hear you, they’ll never breathe a word.” His fingers were going as he talked, so I wasn’t exactly focusing on his words. It took me a few moments to grasp what he was trying to say.
“Don’t want to risk it,” I said.
“Fine, fine,” he said, lazily licking my stomach as if I were a cool treat on a sweltering summer afternoon.
“You’re trying to get me into trouble, Mr. Blythe.” He stroked his thumb over my clit and I knew I was going to come again. He was good. So, so good.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you get grounded.” A laugh burst out of me and I clamped my hand over my mouth. With my other hand I mussed his hair.
“Stop it,” I said through my laughter. He blew a raspberry on my stomach and I nearly knocked his teeth out with my knee.
“Lucah, stop!” He just kept laughing at me. I grabbed at his nipple ring and pulled a little. That got his attention.
“Be careful with that. It’s attached,” he said, wincing and rubbing the area.
“Will you just shut up and fuck me?” I asked. As much as I liked playing around, it was noisy and unless my parents were dead to the world asleep, they must have heard at least a little by now. I was honestly surprised my mother hadn’t made Lucah stay in a separate room. She might have if we weren’t engaged. Having a ring on my finger meant guilt-free fornication. At least in her mind. It didn’t matter to me.
“Well, if you’re going to get snippy about it,” he said and then I found myself flipped on my stomach with my ass in the air.
“Just for that, I’m going to fuck you like this.” This was no sort of punishment. I gripped the flocked sheets in my fists and waited as he teased my entrance with his cock. As if I wasn’t wet enough already.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“I swear, if you don’t put your penis inside me, Lucah. I swear…” I didn’t finish, because he slid inside me. Fucking finally.
“You’re so bossy,” he said and if we hadn’t been mid-coitus, he might have earned himself a very stern look and a smack on the head. As it was, there was no way for me to reach him. Well, except for his dick, but I was rather fond of it and didn’t want it damaged.
He started slamming into me, as if he was somehow trying to punish me for being bossy. Punishing me in the most wonderful way. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I tried to hold off as long as I could.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled, as if he was reading the back of my head.
“Can’t help it,” I gritted out. I wasn’t an orgasm machine. Sometimes it happened when I wanted it to and sometimes it didn’t.
“Try,” he said, smacking me on the ass. Oh, he was asking for it. He was so…
And then it happened. Everything came together, literally, and bubbles of pleasure burst inside me, over and over. Lucah was one to talk about holding out, because he almost never did after I came. Hypocrite. His fingers dug into my hips and then he came, saying my name. I loved hearing him when he came. The way his own climax rendered him almost unable to utter a complete word.
I lay myself down on the sheets and Lucah rolled to the side.
“We’ve still got it,” he said, holding up his hand. I slapped it with mine.
“We’ve still got it.” Without releasing my hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it.
“Can we get two dogs?” he asked and it took me a second or two to figure what the hell he was even talking about.
“Two dogs? Two dogs and two kids? Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to train one dog, let alone two?” I hadn’t had all that much experience with animals, since my mom never let me have one. I’d always begged, but she thought they were too messy. Too loud. They would chew her furniture and ruin the rugs. I could recite all the different reasons there were to not have a dog. I’d always wanted one and promised myself I would when I got older.